Finding My Way

Try to Fix It (Part Two)

Y/N's POV

"Chase?" I whisper, not quite believing my eyes.
"Yeah," he nods, not meeting my wide-eyed gaze.
I sit up quickly, "what... what are you doing here?" I hate how he can just walk back into my life and I feel nothing but love for him. The hate and sadness I was feeling just minutes ago seems to have evaporated, leaving no trace behind. As if it was never there in the first place.
"I came to see you," his voice trails off and I fight the urge to say well, no duh. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and continues to look down at his feet.
"You can come in, ya know?" I reassure him.
Finally, he walks fully into my apartment and shuts the door behind him.
"Your place is really nice," he says lamely, though I know he hasn't looked anywhere but the floor.
I look around at the bare walls, the only things in this room being a TV on a bookshelf entertainment center, a black nondescript coffee table, and the couch I'm sitting on.
"It makes due," I comment. "Why are you here, Chase?" Hope fills my voice and I curse myself for being so willing to take him back in the blink of an eye. He's hurt me so much in the past week alone, and here I am ready to welcome him with open arms.
He kicks lightly at the floor as he debates his words, "I wanted to talk to you about... the article."
"Oh," the words of the article immediately flash through my mind. Santa Monica pier. Smooching. New girl. "We don't need to talk about it. I'd actually prefer not to talk about it."
"We have to," he finally meets my eyes, and there's a sense of pleading in his face. He needs to talk about this.
I groan, "fine, but sit down. You're stressing me out."
He sits down on the couch, as far away from me as humanly possible, which is the arm of the couch.
"I need you to promise just to listen, don't interrupt me until I'm done saying everything I have to say."
I furrow an eyebrow, "o-kay."
He takes a slow, steady breath, and I can tell he's trying to work up the courage to say what he came here to say.
Finally he says, "the article is fake. All of it's fake. My label made me breakup with you and start dating someone else so quickly for my public image. They said that if I didn't I'd go back to being a nobody and I'd be breaching my contract, which means they can make me do anything. They can control every aspect of my life."
I blink a few times, trying to take in everything he just said. In all honesty, what was I supposed to say to that? That I understand? That I forgive him? That I believe him?
"Please say something," he pleads, taking my hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly.
"You're saying that this is because of your record label? That's the reason you broke my heart? The reason you told me to date Jaden?" The words come out harsher than intended, causing him to flinch and slightly pull away from me. "You're blaming your record label?"
"Well," he starts, his eyes looking everywhere but at me. "When you say it like that it sounds..."
"Made up?" I fill in. "Yeah, it does."
He sighs, covering his face with his hands. "What do I have to do to get you to believe me?"
"Why are you even telling me this?" I counter.
"Gwen said you needed to know."
"So you told Gwen before me?" I scoff, shaking my head. "If this is whole new girlfriend thing is fake, tell me something."
He finally meets my eyes with a slow nod, "anything. Ask me anything."
I ask the one thing that'll answer all my questions, "how have you been feeding?"
He turns away from me, knowing I already know the answer.
"Tell me, does it turn her on? Where do you feed? The wrist? The neck?"
"Y/n, stop," he shakes his head, not looking in my direction.
"I bet she has marks all over her, doesn't she?"
"Y/n! Stop!" He snaps. "What did you expect me to do? Just go hungry? You know what happens if I don't feed regularly."
"I expected that to stay our thing. That you would come to me when you needed to feed."
"When we're broken up? After I break your heart? You think I can just come back asking to feed knowing what I did to you?"
"I expected you to fucking care about me. I expected that you'd never break my heart like it never even mattered. I didn't expect you to move on so easily, to feed on someone else so quickly." Tears start burning their way down my cheeks but I don't bother wiping them away. He deserves to see how much he hurt me. He needs to see everything that I've been going through internally.
He sighs, "I never stopped caring about you, y/n. I hoped you knew that. I still fucking love you. When I'm with her, I'm only thinking about you. Wishing you were in her place. Wishing it was you I'm feeding on, feeling you squirm under my touch, holding back your moans as I tease you. No one can take your place, y/n. It's fucking impossible."
"If it's so fucking impossible, prove it," I force out through the tears.
Without a second of hesitation, he slams his lips onto mine.